Seascape (Francis Brett Young Poems)
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
Over that morn hung heaviness, until,Near sunless noon, we heard the ship's bell beatingA melancholy staccato on dead metal;Saw the ...
When the evening came my love said to me: Let us go into the garden now that the sky is ...
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